A native wild flower that has some of the boldest intense splashes of colour to be seen in the British landscape that will flower from May to June. Can sometimes be known as Long-Headed Poppy or Corn Poppy. As well as being associated with the remembrance of the First world war Egyptians and Romans would make garlands from these poppies to celebrate the gods and ensure the fertility of their crops.

this one was the boldest of 5 cheetah cubs that we observed during 2 mornings while their mother was looking for prey.

Eastern Cape, South Africa.

Cheetah mothers are simply incredible in my view.

acinonyx jubatus

IUCN RED LIST STATUS: VULNERABLE

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A young Kestrel fresh out of the nest, it couldn't fly, but just sat outside nest. There were four Kestrel chicks this year, this was the boldest. It's been a good year for birds around here, but bad in ways we all know about !!

the boldest of 5 cheetah cubs

Eastern Cape, South Africa

acinonyx jubatus

IUCN RED LIST STATUS: VULNERABLE

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In recent days, my visiting male Magpie has grown more bold. No longer content to sing for food at the backdoor, he now comes inside. From looking around the kitchen and dining room, today he progressed to the lounge room where I took this photo when he came looking for me. I talked to him, as I always do, together we walked to the kitchen where I got some food and we went into the yard where I gave him some food. He is one of two birds who come into my house, but he is the boldest. Tomorrow I will post photos of my other visitor.

I'm getting lost in this city

These skyscrapers ain't what they used to be

Turn the clock back then maybe

I'll see a brighter light shining down on me

Been lost for some time

Growing restless trying to make out

The dreams in my mind

This silence is starting to kill

Slowly starting to ebb away my kind

I don't know if I'll make it through

I don't know if I'll stay alive

All I know is that the sun will rise

Hope to god it won't leave me behind

Take it all till I'm bruised and red

You know I yearn for the bright light up ahead

Every time I fall I burn inside

Tryin' to fight this pain I cannot hide

Every time I'm stuck inside the rough

I'm worried that I won't make it above

Oh I hear it coming

I'm straighten out cause I'm in love and

I'm finally starting to find my way

I'm tired of burning up in these flames

I feel it and I know

What I'm searching for

The things I'd do for you

Hear me say

Every time I fall I burn inside

Tryin' to fight this pain I cannot hide

Every time I'm stuck inside the rough

I'm worried that I won't make it up above

People like me we need to fly

Do every little thing to get us up high

I'm lost in this city feeling down

Worried if I'll make it safe and sound

And when this story ends

Will we find peace under our skin

And when this story ends

Will we find peace under our skin

Every time I fall I burn inside

Tryin' to fight this pain I cannot hide

Every time I'm stuck inside the rough

I'm worried that I won't make it up above

People like me we need to fly

Do every little thing to get us up high

I'm lost in this city feeling down

Worried if I'll make it safe and sound

And when this story ends

Will we find peace under our skin

And when this story ends

Will we find peace under our skin

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Sincerity is probably the boldest form of bravery

Sun's out, lines dancing, Södermalm has transformed this building into Stockholm's boldest city highlight. Where shadows play with light and every corner crackles with creative energy. This isn’t just a photo, it’s a ticket to the city’s heart, where urban art leaps from every sunbeam and surprises wait on every wall. Welcome to the pulse of Södermalm, captured in one shot.

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I think this was the boldest of the 4 or 5 pups. A little later, he joined his siblings in the nearby den.

One of four fox cubs who's den was under an old garden decking. This little fox was the boldest of the four.

I was hiding behind my neighbours 3 feet high fence with a 1 foot high trellis section on top, the only way to get the shot was through the trellis and point the lens at quite an acute angle then wait until "Brave heart" appeared between balustrades of the old decking which were no more than about 6 inches apart. I was probably no more than about 12 feet away from him. This was the second shot, he heard the shutter from the first shot, looked straight down the lens and then went back to the den.

Kizhi in Lake Onega Pogost.

During the ice-free period can be reached from the northern island by boat from Petrozavodsk, Russia.

The outstanding building is the 35 meter high Transfiguration, which is crowned with 22 domes.

It is regarded as the boldest preserved timber in Russia.

It is attributed to the legendary architect Nestor, who is said to have after completion in 1714 his ax hurled into Lake Onega, "So one there was never, never get a second and there will never be one," he called allegedly in the process.

New England autumns are known for bright foliage colors and Maine's are among the boldest. Fall's cold weather and waning light breaks down the greening chlorophyll to reveal the true color in the leaves, usually yellow or orange. But in some trees, such as this Sugar Maple, autumn triggers the final burst of a chemical called anthocyanin from sugars in the leaf. This combines with chlorophyll to create the red color which deepens day to day. How red the leaf becomes depends upon the environment and the health of the tree.

The color in this is as photographed.

Work kept me away from the woods during the two significant movements of southbound migrants here. I had limited time outdoors, and chose to spend more of what time I had on shorebirds.

But walking to the River, early in the morning or late in the day, there are the sounds of the exotic visitors, and they still have a certain pull. The Parula’s buzzy song is one of the first Warbler sounds I learned to pick out of the general clamour. And in my experience, the food-preoccupied Parula is one of the boldest of the Warblers, seemingly unfazed by camera-pointing people.

I think this was the boldest of the 4 or 5 pups. A little later, he joined his siblings in the nearby den.

"Once more the liberal year laughs out

O'er richer stores than gems or gold:

Once more with harvest song and shout

Is nature's boldest triumph told."

- John Greenleaf Whittier

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Cinnamon/Brown colored Red Fox (Vulpes vulpes) kit trying to sneak up on his mother, in evening light. He has greenish yellow eyes, and his fur is totally one color except for the white on the tip of his tail and on a small blaze on his chest. Typically, Red Foxes have black legs and black on the backs and edges of their ears, as well as some white on their faces and tails. This little guy was the boldest kit in his litter.

A mild 4x4 trail to get to this beauty in the Eastern Sierra. There was a rainstorm coming in so the light would come and go. Thoroughly enjoyed walking this gorgeous shoreline and exploring this geological wonder!! As we drove away from this location, we chased the biggest, boldest rainbow! It felt so surreal to visit this place, it was like I'd visited an ancient site in Turkey or something...not California for sure...:D

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One of the brightest, boldest rainbows I've seen welcomed me as I approached a region of Glacier Park long known for it's mystical and spiritual aura. Named Two Medicine by the Blackfeet peoples who have for centuries sent their young warriers here on vision quests and spiritual seeking.

I too feel that pull and need to return here for rejuvenation, rejoicing and relaxation. Never fails to set my soul singing and reboot my spirit.

Some earlier scenes/moments I've enjoyed from this special area below……..

We're finally having some Spring-like weather here. :-))

Hope you are as well.

Thanks for your visit!

This water Rail was one of three that came out briefly into the open and this one was the boldest and walked right to the front of the hide.

I loved watching it ,nearly as much as it seemingly loved watching itself!

Taken at Slimbridge

The image, among other things, represents a visit by a member of the Company's board of directors to an Approved Territory Director, a position of the highest responsibility, there is always a lot at stake.

No one could imagine what the boldest and most powerful company known could be capable of carrying out a project.

A company that achieves its goals even if it has to risk its life to achieve its goals, has an unthinkable structure willing to take risks that involve assuming everything for the challenge and with it to its ultimate consequences.

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I think this was the boldest of the 4 or 5 pups. A little later, he joined his siblings in the nearby den.

European Stonechat / saxicola rubicola. Westleton Heath, Suffolk. 19/05/23.

A juvenile member of a Stonechat family that I observed on Westleton Heath, Suffolk, back in May. This was the boldest of three youngsters and s/he fed or demanded food, quite close to where i was.

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Three bald eaglets (the 3rd is napping here), sit in the nest with the boldest among them letting mom (or pop) know it's dinner time.

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I didn't think I'd see the ducklings today - it was pretty windy and the lake was choppy, but they swam right past me heading for a little cove with Mom. This guy in front seemed to be the boldest, and instead of swimming close to the edges like his siblings, he was determined to make his way to the top of this rock and quack! I counted seven today, there were nine yesterday.

Rosie with the boldest of her four cubs. She always looked in my direction far more when she was with a cub.

“In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower,

The spectral Owl doth dwell;

Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour,

But at the dusk–he’s abroad and well!

Not a bird of the forest e’er mates with him–

All mock him outright, by day:

But at night, when the woods grow still and dim,

The boldest will shrink away!

O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl,

Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl!”

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Day 22 and one of the Least Bittern chicks has fledged. It wasn't exactly an Atlantic Crossing but after a number of practice flaps, the boldest of the three young ones made a wing-assisted leap of several feet to a small stand of bulrushes adjacent to the larger stand where the nest was hidden. Later in the morning, it climbed down to the water line and managed to catch itself a meal as well. They grow up so fast...

I didn't think I'd see the ducklings today - it was pretty windy and the lake was choppy, but they swam right past me heading for a little cove with Mom. This one guy seemed to be the boldest, and instead of swimming close to the edges like his siblings, he was determined to make his way to the top of this rock and quack! I counted seven today, there were nine yesterday.

Kizhi in Lake Onega Pogost.

During the ice-free period can be reached from the northern island by boat from Petrozavodsk, Russia.

The outstanding building is the 35 meter high Transfiguration, which is crowned with 22 domes.

It is regarded as the boldest preserved timber in Russia. It is attributed to the legendary architect Nestor, who is said to have after completion in 1714 his ax hurled into Lake Onega, "So one there was never, never get a second and there will never be one," he called allegedly in the process.

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While yesterday's post was of one of the boldest flowers imaginable, today's is simple and beautiful but without the trumpets blaring.

We're back to our Echeveria or "hens and chicks," a plant that is quite varied in everything from color to form. Because most listing of species of Echeveria are of the base plant or the succulent leaves, I need flowers to make an identification. The closest I came was Echeveria multicaulis, a native plant of Mexico. This one was found at world-renowned Ruth Bancroft Garden, Walnut Creek, California.

Somehow, with such a delicate flowered stem, identification doesn't seem all that important, but there are many people who make "dry gardening" a hobby, and other like to hybridize succulents.

My relation to the average succulent is to pick off a leaf, put it in the ground, and watch what happens. The first time I did that was with a Jade plant, and I ended up with a four by three foot jade estimated to weigh 75 pounds. Last year, one of its branches fell off and, to answer the question, "Does a jade branch that falls off onto a patio with nobody watching, make a sound," the answer is, "Who knows? No one has ever witnessed it."

In the bustling world of the reed bed, patience is not always rewarded—at least not when mealtime arrives! Three hungry young Eurasian reed warblers sit eagerly with wide-open beaks, hoping for a taste of their hardworking parent's latest catch. But as always, the boldest chick in front gets first dibs on the insect delivery, while its siblings in the background look on. All of this unfolds in the rain-soaked reeds during a light shower—proof that parenting duties never take a break, even in bad weather!

Kizhi in Lake Onega Pogost.

During the ice-free period can be reached from the northern island by boat from Petrozavodsk, Russia.

The outstanding building is the 35 meter high Transfiguration, which is crowned with 22 domes.

It is regarded as the boldest preserved timber in Russia.

It is attributed to the legendary architect Nestor, who is said to have after completion in 1714 his ax hurled into Lake Onega,

"So one there was never, never get a second and there will never be one,"

he called allegedly in the process.

my rivercruise

from St. Petersburg to Moscow

May 2011

UNESCO World Heritage

A little throwback to my trip to Romania in late December 2023.

After taking a photo at Măneciu, we boarded TFC 78 3232 (formerly NS 3229). When we arrived in Boldești-Scăeni, we had to run as fast as we could to catch a photo of the train but it was worth it in the end. Six months later, I saw this exact unit again, and it had been completely renovated on the outside.

At 11:48 AM, TFC 78 3232 pulled out of Boldești-Scăeni to complete the final leg of its 50 km journey to Ploiești Sud.

A much needed day off, and some brilliant winter sunshine, motivated me to get out to the Ottawa River. In a short section of the River there is an inlet, almost like a railway siding. Here the birds drift with the current, fishing under the fast moving water. Once they get to the east end of the siding, they fly back west and start again. I was lucky enough to find a place to hide down by the water, and waited for the ducks to drift by. This male was the boldest.

“Ah yes there’s a photographer down there,” said Lee. “That must be him!” We waved at the figure perched over his tripod at the edge of the void. The response confirmed it – we’d found our man. Friday brought a novel experience; for me it was the first time that Flickr had been responsible for engineering a rendezvous with one of you. On occasion I may have met one of you and discovered we share this platform, but as far as I can recall Flickr had never been the introduction to a face to face encounter. I’m sure you follow Mr Austin already; but if you don’t then you might want to take a look at his work – once you’ve finished reading today’s yarn from yours truly of course.

After considering a number of options, Lloyd had chosen his favoured location well, and we’d arranged to meet at Botallack Mine where the Crown Houses hover improbably at the edge of the cliffs where Atlantic gales routinely batter the westernmost corner of the land, bringing huge waves throughout the storm season. Quite how they’ve remained there for so long seems miraculous to me. It’s a place that offers a range of compositions, similar but different, with the conditions playing a leading role in the photographer’s choice of shutter speed. Even on relatively quiet days the sea will generally froth away like the contents of a boiling saucepan in the oblivion below. When the storms brew it becomes positively hostile, with only the boldest of adventurers taking their chances across the ledge of doom that will surely one day disappear forever and render compositions such as this no longer possible without either a drone or exceedingly long arms. But on this visit the sea was as quiet as we’d seen it in any season, bringing the opportunity to use our ND filters to deliver very long shutter speeds. I figured if Lloyd was doing it then I’d better have a go for myself – shoulders of giants and all that. One of the benefits of taking exposures of ten minutes and more is that you don’t take quite so many as you normally might. It does make a change to sift effortlessly through a handful of raw files in contrast to staring blankly at the usual two or three hundred that I usually manage to amass when I’m at the coast.

The moment Lee and I arrived on the scene and set up our tripods, the clear sunny conditions that had lit up the distant Isles of Scilly on the horizon as we’d driven along the pot hole riddled track to the car park vanished in favour of a bank of cloud. This seems to happen far more often than it should. Quite how we manage to deliver flat conditions with such metronomic regularity remains a mystery, but while the letterbox of blue sky between the clouds and the horizon refused to yield, so did the hope of catching that brief moment of the late sun illuminating the Crown Houses. So, I waited at the vantage point I’d chosen, hunkered almost as low as it was possible to go without taking any unnecessary risks, practically skating down the rocky slope in my poorly chosen footwear and casting my eyes about to see whether Jane Torvill and Christopher Dean were lurking nearby with a set of scorecards. It was the furthest and lowest point to which I’d ever allowed myself to go along the granite outcrop across the ledge, and as I sat here waiting and hoping I wondered whether I’d have the courage to plant myself here again in busier weather – with more appropriate footwear of course.

And then the light came – for no more than four or five minutes before the sun vanished for good. I’ve been here plenty of times before, but I think this is my personal favourite from those many moments before the long abandoned sturdy engine houses that seem to be able to withstand everything the ocean throws at them. We’re always reminded that it’s all about the light after all. A few more long exposures into the blue hour and after the pinks in the cloud that briefly threatened to steal northwards far enough to enter the show began to retreat, and we agreed we were done. Lloyd had a rental apartment to clean before his long journey home the following day, and Lee and I had an appointment with a couple of pints of Sea Fury in the Plume, where someone in control had rather bizarrely chosen to play “Revolution Number 9” by The Beatles on the stereo – not one of their catchier numbers in my experience. If you’ve ever made it that far through the White Album, I suspect you’ll probably agree. I’m glad for Lloyd’s sake that he missed that bit at least. In arranging for us to meet at Botallack it later transpired that he’d also missed a blood red sunset captured by a number of excited phone wielding friends and shared on other social media. But I decided it was best not to tell him so he’ll never find out will he………?

last week, when we were fixing the digger

she looks a little dishevelled, but she is a farm dog after all, and wow, does she have some fun and freedom. That day she'd been to to the top of the wood pile, in the pond and down the field with me and the dogs.

Rosie is the most agile, the boldest, most courageous of the pups. We can't keep her in, anywhere! She does though, quite naturally, not want to go beyond the front gate.

A quiet moment, ablaze with color.

Burn bright. Stand tall. Bloom louder.

One of four fox cubs who's den was under an old garden decking. This little fox was the boldest of the four.

I was hiding behind my neighbours 3 feet high fence with a 1 foot high trellis section on top, the only way to get the shot was through the trellis and point the lens at quite an acute angle then wait until "Brave heart" appeared between balustrades of the old decking which were no more than about 6 inches apart. I was probably on more than about 12 feet away from him. This was the first shot.

At the entrance of the Temple of Hope, the two guards stood eternal, towering against the burning sky. The gateway itself was a marvel of Egyptian art—columns like papyrus stalks, walls alive with sacred hieroglyphs whispering ancient prayers. Hope dwelled within, a living flame hidden deep at the temple’s heart, and the gods stood as its unbreakable shield.

Their eyes, dark as the void between stars, saw beyond flesh, piercing into the soul of every being who approached. No hatred, no bitterness, no shadowed heart could pass them. They judged not by words, but by the silent weight of one’s intent. Those pure of purpose might be allowed to glimpse the inner sanctum, where Hope’s light grew brighter with every act of kindness in the world.

But for those who carried malice, the gods became immovable walls, cold and implacable. They would not strike, for their presence alone was enough to turn away even the boldest destroyer. Legends say their spirits stir when the air trembles with deceit, their forms seeming to shift, ready to awaken should Hope ever be truly threatened. Until then, they stand—unblinking, unwavering—the final guardians of humanity’s last flame.

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Eurasian Blackbird / turdus merula. Carrington, Nottingham. 14/01/17.

Whilst waiting patiently for Waxwings to fly down to a favoured Rowan tree, I was entertained by a steady stream of Redwings and Blackbirds. The latter were the boldest tolerating pedestrians, by-standers and constant noisy traffic moving close by.

The glossy black sheen, the banana yellow beak and matching eye rings of this male Blackbird certainly attracted my attention. I loved the way in which the colours contrasted with the orangey-red berries. Of course, in all honesty I would much rather be posting an image of a Waxwing here, (of the same quality) but it wasn't to be.

Sometimes, having to make do with a common, 'mundane' subject has its rewards....it changes your opinion of what is mundane!

I didn't think I'd see the ducklings today - it was pretty windy and the lake was choppy, but they swam right past me heading for a little cove with Mom. This one guy seemed to be the boldest, and instead of swimming close to the edges like his siblings, he was determined to make his way to the top of this rock and quack! I counted seven today, there were nine yesterday.

One of the boldest and brightest of the early spring wildflowers pushing up through the leaf-covered woodland floor.

Last shot in the current backyard bird series, and the one I think worked out best. Finally, I achieved some separation between subject and background! These American Goldfinches, the two boldest birds in a small flock, were feeding on lettuce seeds. I'm a seed saver, and had already collected some for planting next spring, so I was happy to share. Glad I did this, because my sunflowers - which finches love - were late this year and failed to provide migratory birds with the usual major nutrient fix. They seemed quite happy with the lettuce seeds, though, and worked on them for more than an hour.

Photographed in Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2024 James R. Page - all rights reserved.

Rosie with the boldest of her four cubs. She always looked in my direction far more when she was with a cub.

Ezekiel 21:7 “When they ask why you are groaning, tell them, ‘I groan because of the terrifying news I have heard. When it comes true, the boldest heart will melt with fear; all strength will disappear. Every spirit will faint; strong knees will become as weak as water. And the Sovereign LORD says: It is coming! It’s on its way!’”

One of the boldest and strangest liveries on a biz jet, and it's one of my favourites! The livery was also previously worn by Global 5000 OE-IFG. Caught whilst taxiing away from it's stand ahead of departure from Nuremburg.

Having witnessed the population decline of Song Thrush over the past few decades (down 54% since 1970) I was pleasantly surprised to see how common they were on Scilly. Almost everywhere we went we could hear the distinctive repeated phrases of Song Thrushes singing and they certainly dominated the dawn chorus. But the thing that surprised me most was how confiding they were. If ever we sat down to eat outside Song Thrushes would appear, usually too close for my long lens. It wasn't unusual for Song Thrushes to start eating scraps from your plate while you were still eating. But the boldest one I witnessed hovered and tried to steal a piece of sandwich while someone was actually taking a bite. That rivals any seaside Herring Gull for cheekiness, though nowhere near as threatening because of their small size.